Don't give a jot or
A sod this lot
On your tod..just nod
Seedier greedier leaders
Stun..Shun the Needier
Not just down trodden
Sodden...run roughshod
Beseech each of those clowns..down
In the dumps chumps who chose
Plumps for stealthy
Leeches who teaches
Fools at our schools
Only the wealthy can stay healthy
No education for the nation
Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues
Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues
Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake
It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake
No immigration...deplore integration
To restore order…close the border
Hardcore race riot diet of denigration
Likes 60's generation segregation
Damnation not salvation..just devastation
Hope only seems fallen
At the end of battles;
After the dust settles -
It reappears erelong.
Hope carries a spark -
An internal light -
A fire for life
That eschews the dark.
Hope sings an anthem -
Once fear is put out
And despair is bound -
Its song is heard again.
Seductive
to many
Accepted
by few
Its magnet
attracts
What closeness
eschews
A force
drawing nearer
What time
disarrays
Whose moment
lives on
As years
— slip away
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
bedazzled by jewels
beguiled by the gem of you~
diamond eternal
as fake gold duals
alloys mix unbanding two~
with flames infernal
tears drowning in pools
blinders tunnel, love eschews~
so notes my journal
Love is
Surrounded by Monarch butterflies,
on migration
A tingling in your gut
does not defy
A warmness flutters inside
When flowers perfume
When you are near
You feel the same, I shall assume
Love hurts
When rubies now rhinestones,
dullen, sullen
Diamonds now glass,
cutting deep
Pollen smothers,
I swallow my sorrows
My bleeding heart
Let’s stay together
Dowse the drought
Better a diamond with a flaw
than a pebble without
“The fog may come on little cat feet”*
But Autumn eschews silence
The thick crunch of crisp fallen foliage
Hastens the homebound honking of gaggled geese
Soft whispers of falling rose petals
Fade into the haze of hoarfrost
Cold winds whistle wildly through naked Maples
Flags snap loudly to attention
A brutish barn cat recoils from the touch of snow
Squawking ducks slowly slide across an icy crust
Chattering children board a school bus
Winter awaits its curtain call
Moon rises surprised,
eschews its pocked face,
caught in early glare
of sun in bleaches
awaiting its call.
A starlet usurped!
The tortured mind 'tis that causes pain
Knowingly, to others with abandonment
Sticking out its venomous tongue again,
Dissing others, but to its own detriment.
It cannot seem to grasp the simple truth
The tortured mind 'tis that relishes pain,
Twists words into what’s foul and uncouth
Eschews responsibility, like clearly insane.
Becoming harder and harder to explain
Ranting and raving with vilest intent
The tortured mind 'tis that releases pain,
Until forcibly silenced it will not relent.
Seeks new faces, new victims to assault
But continues to sing an old, old refrain
Dares never to admit its own arrant fault
The tortured mind 'tis that pleasures pain.
Written August 30, 2022
[with slight change in the
repeated line throughout]
The grass
alas
is shorn
like corn
the dew
eschews
forlorn
this morn
the crowd
avowed
the ball
and all
then groans
and moans
clubs thrown
are known.
Embued
and hued
the words
like swords
wrong swing
the sting
bad lie
too high
the squeeze
on knees
in pleas?
to seize
the gold
and hold
glory
story
though droll
their goal
control
cajole
that ball
to fall
or roll
in hole
August 22,2022
For Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest
FIRST PLACE TROPhy!
POEM OF THE WEEK!
ESSENTIALS
visual language
with
explicit
traces
of experience
eschews
categorisation
limited
only
by number
of the
little
&
defunct
freedoms
of a subliminal
kind
so strangely
familiar
something
of
an icon
in perspective
in
manifested
in
perhaps
unsurprisingly
rare
& privileged
light
&echoes
more focused
with the same
passion
& obsession
with imitation
with
& imagination
beauty &rhythm
confronting
experience
with
innocence
transcending
potential
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
This morning is dangerously close to truth.
The sunlight is in bold print,
the figurative blocked out in black and white.
The under-brain
(that sleepy chameleon with diamond eyes),
blinks at a high-rise concrete reality,
eschews poetry for a stark reportage.
The summer blooms and hummingbirds
are not wooden, yet their picturesque
mien and dress
belong in a less brazen realism.
Nothing much flies in more subjective skies.
Beneath an introspective sea
just a few fanciful thought-threads
dangle loosely from misty metaphyseal squids.
The mind must turn to arcane myths
for unobjectified mysticism,
however a short-sighted ground hog
dismisses these inner reflections
as it eats an existential
bright red geranium.
[bard1]
To wit, sans pearl, mere grit and sand,
an irritant, sebaceous cyst,
expressive as a mongrel’s gland,
self-seeking randy churlish tryst!
[bard2]
Eccentric heel’s ethos raised grand,
eschews finesse, rough skewers gist,
a numpty dumpty, brillig panned,
thou frontal lob, now dully bris’d!
a metaphor is
a simile
you don't like
----------
it is not in my
nature to write
senryus
—————
baby tries on boots
without crying,
eschews fits
Amazing! A joyful life
Bestowing special blessings,
Eschews strife,
Keeps xylophones
Very quietly dinging
In my ears.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Strand Poetry Contest
January 26, 2022
written November 2, 2021
Erstwhile was my eye blind
To your most pristine shine,
Which best scans eschews
With a graceful guiling sign.
Yet now may my pupil sight
Your wondrous doings espy,
Which men's erudition mock
With wisest strategem high.
Most sterling sense I salute
In your ageless infinite trails,
Which world's charlatan wits
Shame as brazen lying tales.
Invincible light at last I find
Cached in your lasered writ,
Which does all sciences' ink
Render mere deluding crypt.
Let me try to go by pioneering heroes' spirit
That motored their antique tides of phrase,
And treat rapt souls to a mild sublime ode,
Forged to rhyme with old sonneteers' pace.
Now where does a tottering novice start
As he pens such a crystalline work of art,
To honor champs in grave's dark repose,
And regale pupil protégés in equal dose?
Let me like Andrew Marvel swiftly pen
Authentic tropes to the best of my ken;
And as Shakespeare debug tart myths,
That wit eschews meekest wordsmiths.
And deal Wordsworth such fitting due
As meets his laudable classical styles;
And for Sidney weave echoing rhapsodies
That tell masked sagas via metered guiles.
I'll like Robert Frost's swiftly twined twists,
Blame melancholia for path-splitting mists.
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